I step onto a grassy field,
wet with morning dew.
Our rivalries in red are warming up.
A ball skips into the goal,
swish.

We greet coach.
“We can do this”.
I taste blue gatorade.
I’m restless.
We cascade onto the field.

Swish.
A ball goes in the net,
by our player.
This time it counts.
Their goalie frowns.
We jump up and down.

The game is over.
Done and won.
We won.

I walk,
see several toddlers in coral uniforms,
kicking the ball.
That’s what it’s all about.

Abby H.